Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun
And a once in a munch chest, in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like
Run enemies and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the of the jet black
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the I bowl man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down
with a new flow medley when you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a funk in my
it back to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
Givin' back to the brother man and get land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
never to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never the right touch
to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless grow through idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, murkiness
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I to bust a buster
'cause I trust the finer in the mind of the rhyme
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned every entry
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is
The deeper we're the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its missin' the the gift we've been given the rhythm
that just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To when analyzing ?the bo?
the lame in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the fellas and men exploting my culture
Can't understand breast that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The that covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I we already established the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers tumblin' down
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, all the whole flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or no mines
Or over no at the plot
Thinkin' of 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, loading up
It's a long -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start the top we go to the very bottom
Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious
What's that I Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Born came out his mother's stomach
with the lyrics that kill
No bumper, 'cause mo'fucka
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
take the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck this
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' around my
And then me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, born
And suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you to play my record on the way to the vapor